A/N: Hey all my lovely readers, I hope you aren't too disappointed in me. Anyway, without further ado.

Snape sat up quickly, his wrist flicking his wand into his hand the instant he heard his daughter call his name. He quickly discerned from the sound of her voice that she was in the kitchen, and obviously something was wrong from the tone she'd used. Using his several years worth of training, he was in the kitchen in a matter of seconds, a very powerful cutting curse on the tip of his tongue, ready to seriously harm, if not kill, any threat that came close to his daughter.

"Harry's gone!" Sylvia's revelation brought Snape out of his defense mode, and he looked at his daughter in surprise.

"What do you mean, 'gone'?" Snape demanded. Sylvia handed him the scrawled note that Harry had left. "Sylvia, grab the emergency portkey, we might need it." Snape quickly went into his supply closest and pulled out a calming draught. Watching his daughter tuck the portkey into her pocket, he turned and grabbed an anti-nausea potion as well, just in case.

Taking Sylvia's hand, Snape silently apparatus to an alley he knew would be deserted, but was also close to the address he had now logged into his brain.

Harry finished his third round of making scrambled eggs, the one thing that always seemed to run out at 'breakfast for dinner'.

"Hurry up with my food, boy, I'll not tolerate laziness in my house!" Vernon called, settling further into the plush couch his wife had ordered from the catalogue, thoroughly enjoying the television show that was flickering across the screen.

Harry stirred the eggs rapidly, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his broken arm. Sadly, the 'spell' Mr. Snape had cast on his arm was slowly wearing off. He assumed it had something to do with the amount of work he was doing. Scraping the lightly browned eggs onto his uncle's plate, Harry carried the steaming food to his impatient uncle.

"Leave now, I'll call you if I need more." Vernon's tone was demanding, definitely not one to be ignored.

"Yes, sir," Harry answered, heading for the solitude of his cupboard. He had just about made it there, when the doorbell rang.

Petunia quickly rose from her spot on the couch, and, shoving Harry into his cupboard as she passed, went to answer the door.

The figure standing at the door wiped the smile off of Petunia's face, her eyes narrowing into a glare. "We don't want your kind here, leave!" Her shrill voice drew her husband's attention, and he soon joined her at the door.

"I'm not here to meddle in your surely boring muggle lives, I only wish to speak to one Mr. Harry Potter, I was informed that I could find him here." The contempt Snape held in his voice sharpened the severity of his words.

"We have no one here by that name, I assure you, the only one who is not our family is our live in cook and maid," Vernon took control of the situation, attempting to protect the wonderful asset he would never admit existed from leaving his house.

"I know when I'm being lied to, and I don't react well to those who think to fool me, so unless you wish to be hanging from the ceiling by your toes, I suggest you show me to his room, immediately!" Snape's eyes flashed with anger, further emphasizing the power behind his words.

"That is impossible, seeing as he has no room," Vernon attempted to send the dark professor away from his house.

Snape's glare intensified when the walrus spoke, knowing this was not a lie. "Harry, tell me where you are."

Silence ensued for a full minute before a quiet voice spoke up. "Under the stairs."

Snape's responding growl frightened Vernon, and he shied away like a horse. "I'll be taking Harry now, if you have any objections, I don't care." Snape took that opportunity to enter the house and approached the tiny door that led to the small space beneath the stairs. Snape yanked the door open, rattling the hinges due to his violence. "Come along, leave your things, I will return for them soon." His threat to the Dursley's crystal clear.

Harry clambered up from his small bed, eager to be away from his wrathful uncle. Snape took the frightened boy's hand and led him to the door. Vernon had regained his composure, and barred the doorway. "You won't be taking him, he was entrusted to our care, and we've raised him to be the perfect child."

"The perfect slave, you mean, did you know that it's illegal in Britain to starve a child, I assure you, you vile example of a human being, that if you fight me, you will lose, now remove yourself from the door, or I'll remove you myself."

Vernon paled, and stepped away from the door. Snape gently led the small seven year old out the door and down the alley.

"Hold on tight, Harry, this might make you nauseous," Snape warned, and Harry tightened his grip on the potions master's arm. Sylvia gave Snape the oddly shaped keychain, and Snape said the activation word, and the three wizards left the neighborhood of Little Whinging.

A/N: I hope you liked it, but if you didn't, that's fine too, we all have our own opinions. See you next chapter :)